Although potential does not equate to ability, at the very least, it means that the observed target possesses the motivation in this area.

Or rather...

Ambition!

Recalling the system's explanation of its functions and the guitar in the dorm, Yvonne Harris further verified his own guess and continued step by step.

"Or, do you want to become a singer? Am I right?"

Although it was strange why Yvonne Harris would throw out such a question, Brian Cooper didn't deny it and nodded calmly.

"Yes, that's right."

"I've liked music since I was a kid, and I do have some talent in this area. It's not really a secret."

Uh, that last part was unnecessary.

Yvonne Harris suppressed the urge to make a snarky comment and continued in a persuasive tone.

"Then have you ever thought that if you become class monitor, you won't have time to chase your dreams?"

If only I still had memories from my previous life.

I could just copy a couple of hit songs and give them to this guy, help him fulfill his dream of becoming a star, and then he probably wouldn't care about being class monitor anymore.

However, what Yvonne Harris didn't expect was that when he laid out the pros and cons, Brian Cooper's gaze toward him suddenly changed.

As if—

There was a faint trace of hostility.

"I do want to become a singer, and I've even decided that during my four years of college, I want to create at least one album of my own."

Yvonne Harris: "Then—"

"But what does that have to do with being class monitor?"

Looking toward the basketball court ahead, Brian Cooper squinted slightly and continued.

"Why is it that if I become class monitor, I won't have time to pursue my dreams?"

"Of course it matters," Yvonne Harris said with a wry smile. "Do you know what a class monitor has to do?"

Brian Cooper retorted, "And you do?"

"Of course, I... I have a friend who used to be one," Yvonne Harris nodded and continued sincerely, "A college class monitor is basically like a homeroom teacher in high school, mostly doing thankless and exhausting work."

Although there are some benefits, like opportunities to join organizations, poverty relief, scholarships and such, the trouble is real trouble. If he had to choose again, Yvonne Harris definitely wouldn't do it, not even if he didn't have the system.

Brian Cooper: "Isn't that just a good way to train yourself?"

"It is, but is that the kind of ability you need?" Yvonne Harris said with a helpless smile. "A small meeting every week, a big meeting every month, and the schedule is always accurate. Not to mention organizing class group activities, passing on notices from the department and advisors, mediating conflicts between students... If you do all these things thoroughly, will you still have time... to make your music?"

Brian Cooper was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said,

"...How do you know so much?"

Yeah...

How do I know so much?

I'd like to know too.

Yvonne Harris sighed and continued.

"Anyway, being class monitor isn't that easy... Take my advice, let those who like to deal with this kind of stuff handle it."

"I don't get it, why are you helping that guy so much," staring intently at Yvonne Harris, Brian Cooper suddenly curled his lips, "Honestly, if you were saying all this for your own sake, that would be one thing."

Yvonne Harris was taken aback.

"For four years of harmonious dorm life... isn't that a good enough reason?"

That reason was made up on the spot.

Unfortunately, it didn't fool him.

"I hate hypocrisy the most."

With that, Brian Cooper put down his can, stood up.

He hooked the basketball with his foot and dribbled it twice. Then, with a pass, he handed the ball to Yvonne Harris, saying coldly,

"Get up."

Staring blankly at the basketball in his hands, Yvonne Harris looked at Brian Cooper in confusion.

"Get up for what..."

"One-on-one."

"One-on-one?"

"Yeah," tightening the headband on his forehead, Brian Cooper rolled his neck, "1V1."

"I can play ball with you... but about the class monitor election—"

"Beat me and we'll talk."

Sensing the tension between the two, a few classmates on the court stepped aside with amused expressions to make room.

Watching Brian Cooper retreat to the center court, the group of girls outside the basketball court immediately started cheering in their shrill voices.

Walking onto the court in a daze, looking at the unpredictable Brian Cooper, Yvonne Harris was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell!?

I don't even know how to play basketball!

Seeing Brian Cooper beckon with his finger, he passed the ball over and braced himself, getting into a defensive stance.

However, just as he expected, the other side faked a move and went for a layup, easily breaking through his useless defense and scoring.

"Score! Brian Cooper gets a point!"

"Ahhh, go, idol!"

"Brian Cooper! I love you!"

Glancing at the girls around the court shouting encouragement, Brian Cooper frowned and clicked his tongue, then turned his gaze to Yvonne Harris, who was dribbling to the center line.

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he beckoned with his finger.

"Your turn."

Your turn, huh.